Some of the editorial reviews (- via amazon -):
“Lightning-paced, dagger-sharp, and brilliantly executed, The Atlantis Revelation made me gasp out loud.”– James Rollins, New York Timesbestselling author of The Doomsday Key

“A giddily-paced, rollicking, globe-spanning tale of adventure, discovery and derring-do that pulled me in from the very first page. It’s rare to find a tale as well researched as it is entertaining, and this is it. Best of all, it is pure fun!” — Christopher Reich, New York Times bestselling author of Rules of Deception

“A pedal-to-the-metal thriller that combines good old-fashioned suspense with throat-grabbing twists. Just the right blend of science, myth, history, and action. Marvelous.” — Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Charlemagne Pursuit

“The Atlantis Revelation is fast, fascinating, and far too hard to put down. Don’t expect to come up for air until the very last page! Thomas Greanias is the king of high-octane adventure.” — Brad Thor

“This is an extremely fast-paced novel….An exciting adventure novel very much in the James Rollins and Matthew Reilly mold.” — Booklist

Read an excerpt:
Chapter 1

The Calypso Deep Ionian Sea

Conrad Yeats started having second thoughts as soon as they anchored the fishing boat Katrina over the discovery.

It wasn’t just that he hated the water. Or that it was three miles to the bottom at the deepest part of the Mediterranean. Or that his Greek crew believed these waters were cursed. It was the words of a former U.S. secretary of defense warning that what Conrad sought didn’t exist, but if it did, he was not to disturb it or else. Maybe it’s time you gave it a rest, son, and let the damned past rust in peace.

But he had come too far on his journey to recover a real-world relic from the mythological lost continent of Atlantis to turn back now. And he would never rest until he found out exactly what kind of damned past everyone would just as soon bury simply because it threatened their own vision of the future.

Conrad pulled the black neoprene wet suit over his shoulders and looked over at Stavros, his diving attendant. The big, strapping Greek had hauled up the sonar towfish that a team of sidescan sonar experts from the exploration ship had used to get a fix on the target only hours ago. Now he was fiddling with Conrad’s air compressor.